I love you till the end, Mr. Buenavista

As Samarra walked him like a goddess, Zachary’s face was dead behind the eyes. She is the epitome of beauty. When Samarra kissed him sweetly, he was almost out of breath, as if she didn’t care that their family was staring at her.

“Love, it’s okay to blink your eyes,” Samarra softly whispered to him after kissing him on the lips, which caused him to smile, which vanished as soon as he heard Samarra’s father cough. He swallowed as he looked at Daddy Frost.

“Son? What am I asking?” Daddy Frost inquired, seemingly impatiently.

“Dad? Stop it, “Samarra reprimanded the father, possibly because Zachary struggled to answer his question.

“What? I’m just curious.” Zachary breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Daddy Frost’s dead-malicious response.

Save by the bell. Thank you, love, Zachary thought to himself.

“If they take a bath together, they’re married, sweetie. There’s nothing wrong with it.” Mommy Samantha smiled as she looked at them.

“But he promised to us,” Daddy Frost insisted, making Samarra frown and turn to face him. He could tell by her expression that he wanted to ask, but he remained silent.

“Stop,” Mommy Samantha lashed out at Daddy Frost.

Zachary noticed his mother-in-law raise her head and whisper something to Daddy Frost. He could see how Daddy Frost’s brows met, and Mommy Samantha smiled from ear to ear.

“Are you okay, love?” Samarra asked, who likely noticed that he was intently observing his parents?

“Yeah,” he said, grabbing Samarra around the waist.

“After all, they’ve arrived, Sis. We must return to the hotel for dinner and rest.” Mommy Lorraine suggested it to Mommy Samantha, who immediately agreed. Zachary knew they were doing it to keep him out of Daddy Frost’s way.

“Your father gave me a heart attack, love,” Zachary said quietly enough for Samarra to hear.

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“What? Do you want your father to kill me?” He couldn’t help but amplify the whisper of Samarra’s father.

“Shh… He’ll never do it.”

Samarra’s words made Zachary cringe. When Daddy Frost looks at him as if he’s about to be eaten alive, Samarra wants him to admit that they shower together.

Tsk only sighed before being forced to lift the suitcase he and Samarra were bringing.

They were taken aback as they walked outside because there were so many men in black waiting for them, including Jameson.

“Sir, Lady Summer,” Jameson said politely, motioning for a bodyguard to take the suitcase he was carrying.

“He’ll bring it,” Jameson said as he noticed Zachary reluctantly handing over the suitcase.

Zachary did nothing but hand over the suitcase to the bodyguard who approached him. They were also instructed to follow Jameson.

“Does your father have this many bodyguards, Love?” he asked Samarra, who smiled.

“That may not be enough if we’re in Australia; it could be more than twenty.”

“Really?” Zachary couldn’t help but feel like the President of the Philippines with over ten bodyguards surrounding them and five cars lined up outside their gate.

Zachary couldn’t help but sigh as he and Samarra sat. They are currently seated in the backseat, with Jameson in the front passenger seat and the other bodyguard driving.

“Love? Why am I not the only one who drives for us?” He softly spoke to Samarra, who only smiled.

“Daddy doesn’t want it,” Samarra replied quickly, causing him to sigh. He is powerless to oppose his father-in-law because Daddy Frost refuses to accept any objection based on his observations.

When the car they were riding in stopped, he and Samarra were surprised to find themselves in Villa Vista of the Buenavista Hotel.

Villa Vista is one of the most expensive villas in Asia, costing fifty million pesos per night; only famous actors, politicians, and business people can stay there.

“Never, ever share a room with my daughter, son.”

As Daddy Frost told him, he and Samarra exchanged glances. He expected his stay with Samarra at Villa Vista to be pleasant, but it wasn’t.

“Dad, we’ve shared a room since the first day of our marriage,” Samarra reminded her father, who made Zachary secretly smile while his hand was on her waist.

“So?” Daddy Frost responded as his gaze fixed on him.

He felt compelled to speak.

“I think your dad was right, Love,” he said worriedly to Samarra, who frowned. He turned to face his father, who was still staring at him.

“Mom?” Samarra sought assistance from her mother, Mommy Samantha, who shook her head as if to say to give in to what the father wished. Samarra seemed to be squeezing his hand. So, he looked at her, sparingly smiling.

He didn’t want to go against the wishes of his father-in-law.

As soon as they entered the Villa, he and Samarra went upstairs to put his clothes away and arrange them.

“Why did you agree with Dad, Love?” Samarra asked as soon as she sat on the bed, which made him smile because she was frowning. He approached her and sat on the bed.

“Can you see how Dad looks at me, love? His like life is tearing me apart. Please… give Daddy Frost what he wants tonight?” said Zachary, even though he had intended to object to his father-in-law earlier because he isn’t used to sleeping without his wife beside him.

“Hmm, what else can I do, you agree?” Samarra sneered as if she wanted to blame him for his father’s quick agreement.

“Hmmm… I see why you’re upset,” he said, smiling at Samarra, who was looking at him, his brows rising and falling.

“Because you want us to keep doing what we did in the bathroom,” he teased, making Samarra’s face flush. Perhaps she couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“What? Me? Maybe you? You want to kiss me.” Samarra quickly appealed to him, who laughed because she looked like a child pouting with her arms folded.

“I told you to stop pouting,” he reprimanded, holding her chin as she moved away from him.

Samarra moved away from him. He shook his head and approached Samarra. He even put his hand on her shoulder, but she just rolled her eyes at him. Zachary wanted to laugh because Samarra was so adorable. He clung to her waist and kissed the nape of her neck, which twitched Samarra.

“Tsk.”

Samarra was attempting to remove his arm from around her waist, so he kissed her neck, even more, causing Samarra to laugh aloud. She froze when he drew Samarra into his lap and tickled both of her waists.

“Oh, my goodness! Cadden…. Please stop… Wait… Relax. Time first…” Between laughs, Samarra said. He, too, catches his breath as a result of her exhaustion. He stopped tickling her and sat on her lap, holding her by the waist.

Zachary assumed Samarra would leave him when she removed her arms and stood up, but he was mistaken because she sat on his lap facing him. Because he could feel her grinding his friend, their position suddenly swallowed him.

“Love,” he said as Samarra wrapped her arms around his neck. Because Samarra gradually brought her face closer to him, their eyes seemed to understand each other.

“Would you like to eat first, son?”

A question separated them from Samarra, and they turned to face the door. He noticed four pairs of eyes staring at them. Lorraine, Calvin, Samantha, and Frost are the parents. When Zachary and Daddy Frost locked gazes, it was as if his gaze was gnawing at his entire being.

“Let’s go, Summer,” Samarra’s father urged before turning away. As Samarra’s father approached, his brother Zeke smiled.

He and Samarra were staring at each other. He noticed the flush on her face. Earlier, he appeared surprised and embarrassed by their situation.